Sandra sighed. “Lord have mercy! You’ve won me over. It’ll be our secret.” She looked around, as if someone might hear her.
I could’ve sobbed with joy. I nearly did, in fact—I tried to exhale a sigh of relief, but it came out as more of a whimper. Jill and Gerri hugged each side of me, staying close, and Dad’s hand found my shoulder, squeezing it.
“Thanks, ma’am—” Dad started, but Sandra held up her hand to him.
“I’m doing this for your children, Ralph, not for you. You should be providing them with a more upstanding role model. It doesn’t look like you planned ahead for emergencies. Wait here,” she said. After arranging the flowers in a couple of vases she’d procured from the back, she handed us a key to room 115. “It’s the room closest to the pool.” She winked at me. “Check out is at ten o’clock.”
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